Happy Ever Afters Page #5

You can ask her whatever you want.

In fact, I'll go and find her myself.

- Whoa.

- [Molly] Dad.

Everybody's looking for you.

Come on back.

Go on.

And don't go disappearing.

We're not finished with you.

[Groaning]

[Whispers] This is a very bad thing

you've done, Maura.

[Groans]

It's a sin, you know. A biggie.

I'll just have to live with it, Father.

Thanks.

- Well, I can't abide by...

- [knocking]

- Hello?

- Go talk to them.

- What? Why me?

- I'm not a good liar.

And you think I am?

- Oh!

- Ah, Father. The very man.

- There it is.

- Immigration.

Very nice. Good evening.

Did you notice anything suspicious

about the wedding today, Father?

Suspicious? No, no, nothing.

[Man] So you've no doubts

about the bona fides of the union?

- [Groans]

- [Father] No, no, none.

[Man] So it all seemed above board

to you, then, did it?

[Father] Above board to me, yeah.

You would tell us, wouldn't you, Father?

- Man of the cloth.

- Yeah. Sorry about that, Father.

- Are you happy now?

- No, not until we talk to the bride.

What? Do you wanna go home?

- Yes.

- Well, you can't.

Now, come on. Let's find her.

It's not what you think.

The police are after me.

- Wait. Freddie, wait.

- [Moaning, groaning]

Hey.

Hey. I'm... I'm really sorry

about your wife.

But if... if there's anything

I can do, then...

Look, I know you probably mean well...

But... Jesus.

[Groaning] I know you

probably mean well,

but every time you try to help out,

things only end up getting worse.

So, please, can you just...

Clear off?

Yeah.

Would you?

- No offence.

- None taken.

[Indistinct moaning]

What are you doing?

I told you to behave.

Can you mind your own business, please?

My business? Don't be annoying me now.

Get back downstairs.

No, I won't. You've been on my back

since I'm 16 and I'm sick of it.

Have you seen yourself lately, Niamh?

You'd want to have a good look

because you're turning

into a bitter old battleaxe.

Now, why don't you go back to

your boring life and your boring husband

and leave me alone?

Come on, Arthur.

Sorry. Can I just get by you there?

[Sophie] I'm gonna be left on the shelf

like she said.

Who said?

Get out.

My mother.

She said... that I should take

the second chance with Freddie...

...'cause I might not get another offer.

[Yells]

- Mothers!

- Jesus. Take it easy, Bridie.

You have got to

think of yourself now, love.

Here.

- There you are, love.

- Thanks.

You... What do you think you're doing?

You've managed to ruin everything.

- What did I do?

- You need to speak to the detectives.

- Make them believe.

- Oh, no.

I said I'd marry you, but that's all.

Lying to the police

was not part of the deal.

But you have to. It's the only way.

Look, I could get into

lots of trouble doing this.

Who would look after Molly

if they charged me? I'm all she has.

They're gonna throw me

out of the country. Don't you care?

Of course I care. I just...

I just can't. I'm sorry.

You don't care. You don't.

Of all the girls in this country,

why the hell did I have to meet you?

I was a good choice.

I need to get my money now.

I did my part.

What's wrong?

[Maura] Psst!

We're leaving.

Yes.

Molly.

Right, Wilson, I've had enough of this.

Unless you can produce your wife

in the next five minutes,

you are going

on a very long trip, one way.

- Hey, kid, where's your mother?

- How would I know?

Brilliant.

Hey!

Watch it, cow.

Look! It's Batman.

Ha-ha!

Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

Not a superhero any more, are we?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Don't touch me.

- Please let me help you.

- F*** off!

- [Siren wails]

- It was a mistake.

I made a mistake.

How are you, love?

I can't do this anymore.

I'm leaving you.

I want all your stuff gone by tomorrow.

She didn't mean that.

Did she?

[Indistinct chatter]

It was nice meeting you, Molly.

- Where are you going?

- I'm leaving.

There's no point in staying.

I mean... she's not coming back.

I've messed it up again.

Mine's a mess too.

No. No, you've got a lovely family.

Your mother's not too bad, really.

And your dad seems like a nice guy.

- It's all a show.

- What is?

Their marriage. He paid her to do it

so he could stay here.

Well, that's... That's terrible.

I know. She says she did it

so we could keep our house.

She sure is one woman, your mother.

- Full of surprises.

- Too many.

Maybe she just wants

what's best for you.

You might give her a break, eh?

Take care of yourself, Molly, OK?

OK.

- A wedding dress?

- [man] A wedding dress, yeah.

Her name wouldn't be...

Sophie, would it?

[Man] What's your name, love?

There you are.

- Molly hates me, doesn't she?

- No.

I mean, why would she?

You just dragged her through a fake

wedding to a man you hardly know

who isn't gonna be a father to her,

that's all. Why would she hate you?

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

- Come on.

- [Muttering indistinctly]

What on earth...? Sophie!

Oh, thank God!

- Where did you find her?

- We arrested her for assaulting a nun.

I want to see Freddie!

Um, look, we'll...

We'll take care of her now. Um...

Thank you very much. Thank you.

- Where is he?

- Come on, Sophie.

- I wanna see...

- Come on.

Sophie, come here.

Come on, get up those stairs.

- I wanna see Freddie.

- Come on, Sophie.

Freddie, wait! She's back!

Your wife, she came back!

She came back?

I knew it. I knew she would.

Thank you. Thank you, Molly.

You're a star. Thank you!

Thank you! Ha!

Now, your father will bring

the car round and we'll get you home.

I'm not going anywhere. I just got here.

Listen to your mother, princess.

It's for the best.

For the best? For the best?

This is all your fault!

"You'll be left on the shelf, Sophie.

Take your chance

while it's still there."

I'm not listening to you

anymore, Mother.

Sophie, will you calm down, dear?

- Get out of my way.

- Sophie!

Sophie!

- She came back.

- Who?

Oh, yes, that's great.

I think Niamh is leaving me.

- That's very funny.

- It's not a joke.

Sophie.

No one wants you. Why don't you do

everyone a favour and just disappear?

[Man] Hey, let's have both couples

on the dance floor.

- [Down-tempo music plays]

- Great idea.

- Sophie.

- No!

Thank God you're back.

OK. I'll do it.

- Quick, tell me everything.

- Relax. You'll be fine.

I gave you my whole life story,

remember?

- You didn't read it?

- It was 100 pages.

I'm going to kill you.

It's all just been

one big misunderstanding.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Oh, great. Great. I promise,

everything's gonna be all right.

- Where are you going?

- Swap?

I'm Wilson.

And I'm... Whoo!... just the woman

telling you you should watch your wife.

Excuse me?

Just keep a close eye on her,

if you know what I mean.

I really, really need to talk to her.

- Can I cut in?

- [Moaning]

What is she talking about?

What else have you been up to?

Maura O'Reilly, I'm gonna

have to ask you a few questions.

- Sure, just a minute.

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